(C)I grew up on the sly

in the (Em7)gut ters and the (Am)streets of (G)Pe ters burg.

(C)Just a kid on the fly

get ting (Em7)good at get ting (Am)by in (Bb)Pe ters burg.

(G)I’ve (A)bar tered for a blan (A)ket, sto len for my bread, (A)learned to take my chanc (A)es and (Asus)use (A)my (E)head.

(A)A Rus sian rat is clev (A)er.

(A)Clev er or he (A)ends up (Bsus)dead!

Boils down to: (A)there are some who (A)sur vive.

Some who don’t.

(Bm7)Some give up.

Some give (C#7)in.

Me, I won’t!

(Bm7)Black and blue, wel (A)come to my Pe ters burg.

(C)Stand ing here, you can see

from the (Em7)spires to the (Am)piers of (C)Pe ters burg!

(C)I’d be down on that quay

sell (F)ing (Em7)sto len sou ve (Am)nirs of (Bb)Pe ters burg!

(G)The (A)pal ac es a bove (A)and al ley ways be low, (A)fun ny when a cit (A)y is (Asus)all (A)you (E)know.

(A)How e ven when you hate (A)it, some thing in you (A)loves it (Bsus)so!

That’s where I (A)learned my stuff in (A)some rough com pa ny.

(Bm7)There’s the boy grow ing (C#7)up who was me.

(Bm7)All I’ve been, all I’ll be.

(E7sus)We (E)can (Eb)do what we’re told, we can (Dm7)go where we’re led.

But I (Gm7)learned from my (C7)fa ther to (F)see what’s a head.

(G)Noth ing here to hold me.

No one that I owe.

(G)Fun ny how a boy (D)can (G)grow.

(A)Fun ny how a cit y tells you when it’s time to (Bsus)go!

Boils down to: (A)there are some who (A)have walls yet to climb.

(Bm7)You and I, on the (C#7)fly, (A)just in time!

(Bm7)But to night, there’s a sky and quite a (C#m7)view.

(Bm7)Wel come to

my Pe ters (A)burg.